Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.